Hard to say ...
E 'also so that I do not write, because Americans do not fundamentally affect the World Cup ... American ...
Oh well, sorry, tonight I've got a lot of the cast head, I can not wait to sleep, but we'll think about later (rest only after death, says the league).
beautiful world: an evening to eat, shoot crap, talk bad about everything and everyone laughed even of themselves and their foibles, visiting friends without ... here ... fancier of us (surprise, of course) an evening crowds and bringing them unexpectedly, knocking the blinds closed at midnight and taking the neighbors awake with laughter. World
ugly: the thoughts and nightmares that do not want it to go, you always sleep, the panic you feel when you think about tomorrow. That is no longer the tomorrow you expected until some time ago. The e-mails that do not want to write, the friends he had not heard much. The
want to cry that hard to swallow down. But you have to do it, why else is not over.
It 's hard, guys.
But it's worth.
Hugs, and sorry the usual incomprehensible blowjobs.
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